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BEOWULF AUDIOBOOK
Lines 2278-2316


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For three centuries, this scourge of the people
Three hundred years, the troublemaking dragon

had stood guard on that stoutly protected
Watched over carefully

underground treasury, until the intruder
over his secret treasure until the stranger

unleashed its fury; he hurried to his lord
made him furious. The intruder went to his master

with the gold plated cup and made his plea
with the cup he had gotten and begged

to be reinstated. Then the vault was rifled,
to be reemployed. After he stole from the vault,

the ring-hoard robbed, and the wretched man
the ring ring-bearer stolen, the thief

had his request granted. His master gazed
had his wish granted. His master looked

in that find from the past for the first time
at the treasure for the first time.


When the dragon awoke, trouble flared again.
The dragon was angry when it woke up.

He rippled down the rock, writing with anger
Filled with anger, he crushed the rock

when he saw the footprints of the prowler who had stolen
when he saw the traces of the thief who had taken

too close to his dreaming head.

an item close to him.

So may a man not marked by fate 

Hoping a man in harm

easily escape exile and woe

easily get out of harm's way

by the Grace of God.
by the help of God.

The hoard-guardian
The dragon

scorched the ground as he scoured and hunted
Burned the ground in the search

for the trespasser who had troubled his sleep.
for the intruder who caused him to wake up.

Hot and savage, he kept circling and circling
He went around and around with anger and hate

the outside of the mound. No man appeared
around his home. He could not find any man

in that desert waste, but he worked himself up
in the barren lands, but he made himself fierce

by imagining battle; then back in he’d go
by thinking of fighting, and then would go back

in search of the cup, only to discover
to find the cup, where he would only find

signs that someone had stumbled upon
tracks of a human who had taken

the golden treasures. So the guardian of the mound,
his treasures. The defender of the hill,

the hoard-watcher, waited for the gloaming
the treasure guarder, stood until dusk

with fierce impatience; his pent-up fury
with anger and eager. His anger

at the loss of the vessel made him long to hit back
because of the treasures he lost forced him to be furious

and lash out in flames. Then, to his delight,
and blow out fire angrily. Finally, with happiness

the day waned and he could wait no longer
the days passed by and he couldn’t want any longer

behind the wall, but hurtled forth
in his lair, so he started his conquest

in a fiery blaze. The first to suffer
in a furious state. The first people to feel the pain

were the people on the land, but before long
had been the people close to his lair, but in a short time

it was their treasure-giver who would come to grief.
He knew it was the king who would suffer.


The dragon began to belch out flames
The dragon started to give off fire

and burn bright homesteads; there was a hot glow
and destroy home which resulted in a bright light

that scared everyone, for the vile sky-winger
that gave fright to everyone because the dragon

would leave nothing alive in his wake.
would never let anything be left alive when he was living.

Everywhere the havoc he wrought was in evidence.
All around, the destruction he caused was able to be seen.